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Fraternity Movement, Delhi University released a statement on 19th September 2024, condemning the actions of NSUI members for confiscating and ripping the nomination form of their candidate, Yaseen K. Muhammad, in front of the DSW office gate. Representatives of the NSUI have declined to address the matter or refute the accusations.

On Thursday, 19th September 2024, Fraternity Movement Delhi University released a statement alleging that the National Students’ Union of India (NSUI) “goondas” forcibly confiscated and tore the nomination form of their candidate, Yaseen K. Muhammad, right outside the gate of Dean Students Welfare (DSW), Conference Centre, University of Delhi. This happened in front of the police officers and security guards, who refused to do anything and played mere spectators to the incident. The NSUI members have refused to comment on the issue and ignored the texts and calls asking them to deny or accept the allegations.

Yaseen K. Muhammad, in conversation with DU Beat, spoke about the incident:

“It was very terrifying that day. On the way to submit my nomination, I entered through gate no. 4 of the University of Delhi, Botany Department. As I entered gate no. 4, my documents were checked by the ABVP and NSUI members. They don’t have any right to check my papers, but they still checked my papers in front of the police and other security guards. I got the entry after their verification, and I went straight to the DSW office, where the nominations were to be submitted. At the gate to the DSW office, while I was stating my name and other details to the security guard, a NSUI cadre snatched my nomination form in front of everyone and tore it. To not leave any evidence, the person put the pieces of my nomination form in their pocket. All the high-ranking police officials and security guards surrounding us did not protect me, nor did they stop the NSUI members from snatching and tearing my nomination form.”

Interestingly, Yaseen had contested for the position of Vice President in the 2023 DUSU elections. However, his nomination form was rejected due to some discrepancies related to the documents. In the official statement, released on their Instagram page, Fraternity Movement, Delhi University stated:

“In an attempt to undermine the democratic process and avoid the consequences of a potential defeat in the DUSU elections, NSUI goondas restored to obstructive tactics by forcibly confiscating the nomination papers of Fraternity Movement candidates as they were en route to file them. These actions escalated further as the miscreants unlawfully entered the election commission office, endangering vital election documents. Alarmingly, the election commission showed no intention to intervene, effectively enabling these anti-democratic manoeuvres. This organised disruption by NSUI, driven by fear of losing the ideological contest, seeks to derail the electoral process.”

The DU Beat team tried to approach the NSUI members several times; however, the texts and calls were initially ignored. An NSUI member denied commenting on the issue by stating that he was out of station and refused to get us in contact with any other NSUI member who could speak on the issue. After multiple attempts, we briefly reached another representative. However, the call was cut short with a statement indicating a willingness to speak later. Despite follow-up efforts, no further communication was received by the time of the publication of the report.

A 2nd-year university student who accompanied Yaseen to the DSW office alleged that:

“While our candidate was allowed only one supporter to enter, the place was filled with ABVP and NSUI members and their supporters. If I am not mistaken, Abhi Dahiya (Vice President DUSU) was present there when one of his cadres snatched and tore the nomination form of our candidate. I have only had a year participating in all of this election fiasco, but I am very sure that NSUI members were the ones who ripped off Yaseen’s form.”

As of the latest updates, Yaseen will not be able to stand up for the position of secretary due to not being able to submit his nomination form. The Fraternity Movement movement, in their official statement, has demanded an extension of the nomination deadline and accountability for the perpetrators. However, the Delhi University authorities have not condemned nor released any statements regarding the incident.

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Indian law prevents the revelation or use thereof of the name of the victim of a sexual offence(s) without the explicit consent of the victim, and none else. To what, then, does one direct justice?

 

France has not been spared the wild and purposed rioting towards a cause of sexual and social injustice pursuant to the recent developments of the rape case of Gisèle Pelicot. I shall recount the details of the case and the brutality involved in order for the reader to make sense of the argument that I shall proceed to posit later in the article. 

 

Trigger warning: Mention of rape 

 

Gisèle’s husband of 50 years, Dominique Pelicot, has been accused of inviting strangers—the numbers of whom have been calculated from video evidence to be around 83, out of which 50 have been identified—to rape his drugged wife over the course of almost a decade, from 2011 to 2020. In 2020, Dominique’s laptop was searched after he was caught by a security guard filming videos up the skirts of women in a supermarket near the couple’s residence. A folder labelled ‘abuses’ was discovered there, containing more than 20,000 photos and videos of the act. Gisèle, who was completely unaware of what was happening to her, later recalled instances where she would experience complete blackouts in memory where she could not remember having gotten into bed or watching a movie before falling asleep, given that Dominique would usually drug her around evening.

 

Gisèle, who had only recently mustered the courage to view the videos, confessed to being treated like a ‘ragdoll’, ‘sacrificed at the altar of vice’. She recalls being apprehensive that she had Alzheimer’s on account of the repeated instances of memory loss, out of the fear of which she had decided to stop driving; she remembers having lost weight and hair, alongside several other health complications, including gynaecological problems that no doctor could properly explain to her. 

 

Drawing parallels with the case of R.G. Kar, we cannot deny numerous, almost uncanny similarities, the two most prominent of which are the abject failure of the healthcare system to protect them and the sheer brutality of the assault. The primal, most striking difference is but one. Pelicot, despite the protection offered to her identity by France’s legal system, chose to make the case and most of its details public. In explanation, her lawyer disclosed that she refused to have private proceedings, for that is “what her attackers would have wanted.” Surely enough, the accused, with the exemption of her husband, have chosen to remain unnamed. She herself declared that the choice was so made so that she might be the voice for all the other women who have been raped, drugged or both.

 

Whenever they experience blackouts, they may remember the testimony of Ms. Pelicot,” she said. 

 

On the other hand, with R.G. Kar, during the first stages of the protest and legal developments, streets were strewn with irate bodies, ferociously chanting, “SAY HER NAME. Remember her.” Following the corrective and thereby preemptive action taken by Kolkata police against those that were the first to reveal her name to the public, in violation of the law, the citizens promptly switched to, what I must say, thoughtless abstractions in an attempt to immortalise her name. But they did not immortalise her name.

 

‘Tilottoma’, ‘Abhaya’, and the worst of them all, ‘Nirbhaya 2.0’, served to further mutilate her identity, one that was generously trampled upon by all the slighting politicians in their specious and fairly nonsensical speeches. The argument that many took to, in order to defend their turns, was essentially this: that the consent and participation of the victim are of critical importance and that using their name hurts their dignity. While to the first proposition, I may concede, to the second, I could not, and urge the reader to understand the following. The naming of the victim in an event where they are unavailable to consider their position in the order of incidence is certainly wrong; it should not have been done in the first place. 

 

*Please note that the following argument stands only in the event that a name has already been revealed to the public. It is interested in discussing the aftermath and not in passing a value judgement on the morality of the violation itself. 

 

All protests are fuelled by a cause, and essentially, a core, physical object that is the realisation of said cause. The ideology or the cause of a protest is merely an abstraction. Such an abstraction cannot be realised in the absence of a physical conduit through which it shall manifest. Similarly for all abstractions, a physicality must be invoked. For instance, the word ‘chair’ has no meaning in itself. It is given meaning by our experience with and knowledge of a particular physical object that looks a particular way. My object is, then, to communicate the idea that all protests converge not in an idea but in a real, physical manifestation that happens to embody that idea. In this case, the name of the victim serves the purpose. 

 

When we immortalise their stories through names taken from legends, we find ourselves grasping at air. The importance is effectively shifted from the lives of the victims, their concrete stories, to the idea or the cause that could extend to infinite examples. Without a point of concentration, the surge of the protest weakens. The identity of the victim once again stands erased. When we say her name, we recall the blood, the bones, and the torture.

 

We recall the apathy of the state and the plight of the devastated families. In a way, the name becomes dignity personified, as has been the case with Pelicot. She has become the face of a long broiling unrest in France with regard to the mass attitude towards assault. All the world’s rage concentrates in her name and in her face. If instead it were a faceless caricature, it would become emblematic of not the victim, but victimhood, subsuming countless names and countless cases; but the truth is that we could not give them justice, and we will not be able to compensate now. Therefore, it is important to remember them, but they could no longer drive the fight with the grit that a name so fresh in our memories can.

 

When we say Abhaya, or Tilottoma, the force is dispelled, the cause falters. There is no Kolkata’s Nirbhaya; there has only been one Nirbhaya, and it shall remain so. It is important to acknowledge their individual identities and their stories, lest they become statistics in a survey. In an attempt to immortalise them, we negate their physical suffering and their tangible reality. We exalt the victim, fossilise them at the pinnacle of history, but what purpose does that serve? Protests do not happen in the realm of ideas; the conception does. An act of protest itself is a physical one. Therefore, its focus must be immediate and real. If not the name, such pale substitutes certainly do not serve their intended purpose. I invite the reader to reflect.

 

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Aayudh Pramanik

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Navigating political identity in college, especially for members of marginalised groups, often involves balancing personal truth with the fear of scrutiny. The struggle between silence and speaking out highlights systemic issues and personal challenges in advocating for one’s identity.

Once you enter the ever-thriving, “politically inclusive” college campuses, you realise that nothing can ever be totally excluded from politics. Your identity, your existence is itself political. Or so some of us believe it to be. Usually it’s said that most people who would rather not talk about certain issues because, “it’s too political” or “don’t want to get too political” are the ones that choose to not talk about politics as it threatens the system they are comfortably benefited by. This idea, predominantly, is veracious; however, it at times disregards the threat of being political among people from marginalised groups owing to their fragile political identity. The fear of suppression and surveillance is a legitimate fear that has shaped the political discourse of the country – such that silence is the only resistance some people can take up. Silence in the face of revolting questions creates an agency, a boundary to limit what parts of you other people have access to. However, in the face of oppression, how long can silence be used as a form of resistance? 

I, as a student, have aims. But the fear of scrutiny given my regional and religious identity has many times limited the outpour of my words. “Be quiet, no matter what.” was the only advice I received when I entered college. But for how long? How long does one stay quiet in the hope that their voices will be heard, even in silence? Speaking your truth without the fear of being scrutinised and without your words being termed dissent is a feat yet to be achieved. 

This fear is not irrational but is rather born out of the reality of where one comes from. It’s like walking a tightrope —being true to one’s identity while also protecting it. In one of the seminars I attended last winter, organised for the students of Jammu and Kashmir studying in Delhi, it was amusing and of course, appalling. The speaker for the session, a Kashmiri IAS officer who I’d rather not name, took it on himself to showcase the internalised stereotypes associated with Kashmiris. One of the students, studying in North Campus, wanted advice on what to do when being called a terrorist by their peer groups. The “advice” given is still fresh in my mind. “You need to do better. You being called a terrorist might have some reality to it. Act appropriately, engage well with the peer groups, and you’ll finally be accepted.” Words, when spoken with such assertiveness, can ingrain themselves into young minds, often distorting the true reality.

The complexity of issues – with layers of historical, cultural, and political dimensions, is often reduced to simplistic narratives that fail to capture the lived experiences of the people. When people around you, with the privilege of speaking up without fear, are selective in their outrage – voicing their opinions on issues elsewhere in the world yet remaining silent when it comes to the ongoings in the backyard of their homes, it creates a sense of isolation and obscurity for those who have suffered and somehow, managed to survive. What adds to the loneliness is the fear of not being able to speak your truth. However, this fear, more than anything, “radicalises” you as a person. Well, if wanting emancipation and an end to the vicious cycle of oppression makes one radical, I would rather be radical than a liberal. 

 The Indian liberal discourse, the foundation on which the nation was built, becomes farcical when issues like Kashmir come up. In the 19th century, Indian liberals demanded a representative government. Instead of marginalising certain groups or promoting majoritarianism, they sought out political systems that would reflect India’s diversity and provide a platform for freedom of expression. But the repetitive denial of this freedom to a major chunk of the population only reflects the defect in our national values.

Ironically, I would have never reflected on any of these ideas if I didn’t have the privilege to see the world beyond what my imagination could grasp. The college experience – with all its positives and negatives, opened me to ideas that I wouldn’t dare trade for my life. It has been an enabler for being outspoken and upfront about opinions I hold dear. It has enhanced the understanding of my identity and the importance of my existence as a form of representation for the countless others who share the same fear and navigate through these spaces with the same caution. However, the fear stays, creeping in the corner of your mind and resurfacing every time you choose to speak up. The constant anxiety of using appropriate words resurfaces, like when I started writing this article, and limits the authority you have over your own opinions.

 

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Reeba Khan

 

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iQOO is a high-performance smartphone brand focused on delivering unique experiences for the performance-seeking Gen-Z.

 

Driven by unmatched performance and a relentless pursuit of excellence, iQOO is a high-performance smartphone brand focused on delivering unique experiences for the performance-seeking Gen-Z. It aims to reshape the industry with innovative products and a fresh, dynamic experience for youth chasing big dreams. iQOO has recently launched The Quest Report 2024 with the help of CyberMedia Research, which looks at around 6700 responses from across 7 countries, and sheds light on the hopes, dreams, and what drives the youth of today. 

 

The survey found that one in four Indians show interest and talent when it comes to new-age careers like content creation and artificial intelligence. Additionally, 73% of Indian respondents believe that taking a gap year can help them pursue their dreams and aspirations. Notably, 65% view failure as a valuable learning experience, and 60% feel it propels them closer to achieving their goals. Moreover, Indian youth take 2x the initiatives compared to their global peers. They are driven, focused and ready to hustle despite mounting external barriers like economic slowdowns and conservative values. They’re ready to push the envelope.

 

Today’s youth are characterised by their bold dreams and an unwavering drive to bring those dreams to fruition. This indomitable spirit is encapsulated in our brand philosophy: ‘I Quest on and on’ and we proudly refer to these passionate and determined individuals as Questers.” – Nipun Marya, CEO of iQOO

 

A Quester we’re all familiar with is Bhuvan Bam, a youth sensation with over a fan base of over 40 million online. The recently released #MyQuestStory, directed by renowned filmmaker Shoojit Sircar, features an inspiring message by content creator and actor, Bhuvan Bam. The movie tells the inspiring journey of a young man who defies family expectations to follow his quest for content creation. The work is a part of the campaign to validate and support the growing ambitions of the youth. 

 

 

iQOO’s aforementioned flagship projects highlight the need to be the wind beneath the wings of India’s fledgling youth—as Sircar mentions when asked about his work with the brand, the time is ripe for the Gen-Z to continue their quest for innovation and “break new ground.”. The aim is to encourage those interested to chase and realise their dreams, no matter what may stand in their way. The Quest for passion must never stop for the world to grow. 

‘The College Experience,’ as it were, does not assume the shape of a romanticised campus and campus romances for most. For some, within the thousands of searing red bricks that make the buildings, lie dreams—scores and scores of dreams. Do they drop into our hands, or do we catch them? 

 

In a universe that is suddenly deprived of illusions and of light, man feels a stranger. His is an irremediable exile…This divorce between man and his life, the actor and the setting, truly constitutes the feeling of absurdity.” – Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus.

 

Entering through my college gates as a freshman, I had no hopes from the campus. I did not hope to fall in love, I did not hope to reminisce when I graduated, and I did not hope to forge long-lasting friendships. I might have had some of these in high school, or I think I did. It did not matter then. It does not matter now. To tell the truth, I did not know what to expect. I had thought too far ahead, and planned my life out rather prematurely. My first year was largely spent manacled to the bed, counting in torturous wakefulness, the hours as they pooled on the wall and melted away. 

 

In the second year, the exertion feels Sisyphian. The same routine repeats, and the first chunk of hours are eaten out of my plate by useless classes in college. I want to read, I tell myself. I want to write; I shake myself. Languor weighs my eyelids down as I ponder in inaction. I wake up the next day, and the cycle repeats. Time outruns me horribly. I remember having asked one of my professors back in the second semester, referring to the few enthusiastic students in our batch, “If we were students in your class, sir, would we be among the good ones?” “You would be decent,” he said. It broke my heart. 

 

He also said that the days were indeed longer then.

 

The days were longer then. When summer afternoons were spacious, and the clock ticked slowly in the winter evenings.” 

 

Eliot would agree. He would return from college and ask himself, “What now?” When his floor echoed no answer in response, he would read. He would think. We have forgotten how to think. We have not even begun to think. 

 

From the second our eyelids are estranged from each other to the moment they are reunited, we forget that we had been breathing the entire time and that if we hadn’t, we wouldn’t have another sun to wake up to. All days escape notice. Therefore, we are ceaselessly working through ourselves in a pendent acceptance of livelihood. It is a morbid revelation. Nothing is enough. What meaning lies in prolonging a life signed away to an inhumane consumerist trap hole that ceaselessly and effortlessly renews itself? We are entrusted to think that we are a race that is dying.

 

The current generation wails at the thought of reading beyond a page. Our jaws start to rot past the second syllable in the word, and therefore we must shorten them. We have trained our brains to consume audio-visual media without restraint, and we remain content in a vacuous state of being.  Our generation does not question, simply processes and moves on. We do not criticise, for we like to tell ourselves that we have not the time for it. It is the pedantic’s errand. Could a worldwide pandemic have so immoderately flipped our lifestyles? One is left grappling with unsubstantial prospects. The resolution too seems elusive.

 

I’m uncertain what to call this disease, but what I am certain of is that this will make possible the emergence of a world that is capricious, unambitious, and uncritical. The death most hazardous is the death of our passions. When we stand astride the line between meaning and meaningless, an absurdist world is conjured where our discernible identities no longer matter. Perhaps the medicine for the restitution of sensibility lies in the denial of sensibility itself; we might never know. The question itself remains unclear; whether we should attempt a recognition of ourselves in the first place. Now, we might seek solace in this idea, for when our identities no longer amount to concrete vision, a lifeless body and a passionless body are no different.

 

What of success? Our dreams? What of ourselves? Slow down, I say. Herein lies the paradox of success and the paradox of failure as well. The more successful one becomes, the more set up for failure they are. The more one fails, the more they may rule out what not to do, and therein, climb a step closer to success.

 

The words ‘probable’ and ‘improbable’ are essentially the same, and not antonyms, as we present them, for both the words contain a certain degree of probability; the flavour of the nuance lies in the degree of the probability. Otherwise, that which is probable has a degree of improbability. They are both parts of one whole; that is ‘possible’. Similarly, the words ‘success’ and ‘failure’ are a part of one whole; ‘progress’. In success, we make progress towards the next failure, and in failure, we make progress towards the next success. Slow down, I repeat. Breathe. Think. You shall get there. Where you want to be.

 

Slow down you crazy child

You’re so ambitious for a juvenile…

 

Slow down you’re doing fine

You can’t be everything you want to be before your time…” – Billy Joel.

 

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Aayudh Pramanik

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The 8 PM curfew at the KG Hostel, IPCW, not only restricts the students’ basic freedoms, but also shrinks their lives.

 

College hai ya cage?” – anonymous 

 

The curfew time of the girls hostel at Indraprastha College for Women has always been 8 PM. But the ever-so-generous college administration allowed students to walk within the college campus till 11 PM. Only recently, this provision was revoked. Now, students living in the hostel cannot venture into the college premises after 8 PM. The explanation granted was that some students had been seen loitering around the campus past 11 PM, which was outrageous, of course. For fear of this piece turning into yet another personal rant on why I am aggressively opposed to curfews, I spoke to students at IPCW to know how they’ve been faring with this change. 

 

When asked what they feel about the curfew timings, one of the students, Shruti*, said,  

 

Earlier, I didn’t really mind the curfew at 8 PM. I enjoyed going out for walks on the college premises after dinner. My friends and I would buy ice cream from the vendors at the gates. But now that we aren’t even allowed out of the hostel gates after 8, I feel suffocated. It’s an outright brutal move. I feel like I am held captive, caged. It feels like I am back home with the restrictions that my parents imposed.”

 

The curfew grossly hinders students’ academic opportunities. Riya* shared, 

 

Classes end around 5 PM; if I pursue any extracurricular endeavour or offline internship, it gets very difficult for me to be back to the hostel in time. My friend couldn’t take evening coaching classes because the duration between the end of daily classes and curfew wasn’t enough for her to make the journey back and forth.”

 

Aradhya* shared that she harbours no hope from the hostel administration for any change. 

 

You know, we have tried to be radical; we questioned why there needs to be a curfew at all in the first place. We signed a letter demanding a change in timings. All we got in response was a meeting with the warden in which we were told that the curfew could not be done away with as it was for our ‘own good’. It is the same old template of response. I am exhausted. So, now I have come to make peace with it. It would be better if special provisions could be made so curfew can be delayed when a student is pursuing an internship or part-time job.”

 

Shruti* also commented, 

 

I understand that the hostel administration is responsible for our safety, and hence, they feel that curfew is the perfect solution for ensuring that nothing ‘untoward’ happens. But, at least the curfew could be delayed till 10:30 PM every day. I know well enough that it’s wishful thinking. I am thinking of moving out of the hostel in my 3rd year.”

 

In the year 2018-19, within the ambit of the Pinjra Tod movement, students at Miranda House had successfully protested to end the stringent curfew restrictions. Today, the students I spoke to displayed no such resolve. The presence of a stifling institutional mechanism (and a relentlessly indifferent principal) has ebbed their will to keep calling out to deaf ears. They don’t outright reject the curfew but rather request a delay in the curfew timings. Resignation and hopelessness for any change ring heavy in their voice. 

 

Shilpa Phadke writes in ‘Why Loiter’ that a woman’s presence in a public place is fraught with anxiety, an anxiety to prove their reason for being there. Women always act busy in public. It is a performance. A woman without a visible, obvious purpose is seen as soliciting.  While the men, of course, lounge around gawking at every passerby. Why is it that women cannot simply loiter? At a time when the whole of the country has come together in solidarity to demand safety for all, one wonders when women will be able to truly reclaim the night. When will the women loiter? 

 

*Names have been changed to maintain the anonymity of students. None of them were comfortable with their names being used in this piece. They did not want to get into ‘trouble’.

 

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Chetna Rani

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Stepping into college often comes with high expectations about academics, friendships, and even politics. A rather ignored side of the college experience is the unexpected arc of self-discovery and growth that comes with it. This piece attempts to explore how college may challenge you in unforeseen ways. 

I remember 2nd November, 2022, as if it were yesterday. Skittish with nerves but bubbling with excitement, I stepped into college for the first time. Like the hundreds of other freshmen, I could not wait to experience the much-anticipated college life

We all have fantasised about our lives in college, props to the ‘wild’ college stories we’ve heard or the media we’ve consumed. The college experience is often glamorised and romanticised, becoming almost inescapable due to the ubiquitous college student trope in popular culture. Through all these narratives, we consciously or subconsciously end up building certain expectations about our time in college. However, one aspect of the college experience that we rarely foresee is how profoundly it will transform our identity. On my first day, I had a certain idea, an expectation from my three years at Delhi University. However, nothing could have prepared me for the journey I was to go through.  A third year student of sociology at LSR shares a feeling similar to my own,

Since coming to college, I have realised that I have a newfound confidence in my ability to think for myself and make decisions completely of my own accord. Owing to all the discussions that we have had in our classrooms since the first year, I have become even hungrier to know more and to learn more. I feel I have become more fearless with my decisions, and I participate more comfortably and confidently in conversations as I have the right facts and ideas of my own,

One of the most dramatic shifts that we experience as teenagers is perhaps the transition from school to college. Suddenly, we no longer have to wear a uniform, no one is checking our notebooks, and we have a newfound autonomy. Many of us have longed for this freedom—this autonomy—but when it finally arrives, it brings with it a certain anxiety. Now we are on our own, and no one will be holding us accountable but ourselves. This sudden leap into adulthood can be quite jarring and challenging, but at the same time, the sense of independence and empowerment that it brings with it makes it worthwhile. Over time, we come to appreciate how some seemingly small moments have contributed to our growth and maturity.  Another student from LSR resonates a similar feeling,

My time at DU has instilled a certain sensitivity in me regarding other people’s opinions and cultures, and I have come to appreciate being exposed to different ways of thinking,

While one can argue that there is still some work to be done on the diversity and inclusivity front of the university, it is not a stretch to say that being at Delhi University introduces you to people from very different social realities than your own, something that I find lacking in many other institutions, and particularly private ones. Students from markedly different socio-economic and regional backgrounds converge in their common pursuit of knowledge. These interactions challenge our preconceived notions and biases, prompting us to reflect on our own experiences and perspectives. This microcosm of empathy and understanding can then become a catalyst for positive developments in your personal identity. 

In my own experience, engaging in conversations with people from diverse backgrounds heightened my political consciousness. I found myself more involved in socio-political discourses and issues. While I do recognise that my thoughts or actions alone may hold little value in comparison to the gravity of the socio-political issues, I do not feel as powerless as I once did. I now have a voice, even if it may not be as loud as others. This realisation has also made me more comfortable expressing myself unapologetically, whether through conversations, fashion, or art.  A third-year Economics student from Gargi College remarks,

Before coming to college, I was a shy kid. I didn’t speak unless I was spoken to, and sometimes I even tried to escape regular conversations. I anticipated that my college life would be similar. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case. These three years transformed me from an introverted kid to someone who makes small talk in the metro now,

While the prospect of finding connections in college may seem daunting, these shared spaces and daily interactions make it easier. For many of us, college becomes a place where we find a community and a sense of belonging. 

From navigating administrative tasks to participating in student politics to daily commutes, every small experience in college contributes to the transformation of our identities. To anyone who’s just about to start their college journey, here is an unsolicited piece of advice: take a deep breath and strap in, for the next three years just might surprise you in ways you never imagined. 

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Neurodivergence, as an impairment, unfolds to become a disability as social and educational institutions heavily lack in its recognition; resourcing for such students remains a dream.

 

Neurodivergence is an umbrella term that enlists to include people with atypical brains, which adds a difference to how they ecologically interact. It is inclusive of people with autism spectrum disorder (ASD), attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD), dyslexia, dyspraxia, dyscalculia, obsessive-compulsive disorder(OCD), and others. 

There have been positive changes in terms of recognition and importance of mental health in India. However, all alerts and emphases on mental health leave out the back door when the shallowness of such a performance is exposed with the invisibility of neurodivergent students in academia. An understanding of “the mental” on educational campuses limits to only believing it as a wave of sadness and discomfort that needs counselling. This idea is reiterated with Delhi University’s Counselling Centre, which fails in its purpose to mention and include the experience of neurodivergence, even for namesake.

While the stigma and prejudice (along with other factors) around disorders limit accessibility to diagnosis, those already diagnosed have it no easier in navigating academic and university spaces. The confusion and strictness of college societies collude with a premodern educational setup to confound the sense of achievement and goodness that these spaces should be offering, very often becoming places of disinterest and hurt.

Recollecting her experience, Silvia Nath, a second-year student at Miranda House, who has been clinically diagnosed with ADHD, shares

In my first year, I completely detached myself from my department since my batchmates and teachers weren’t helpful and held stigmas around therapy and mental health. I was judged also for my food habits (as a non-vegetarian) along with my unwillingness to contribute to classes. This detachment caused a very low attendance, which again was a traumatic experience for me. Teachers have been harsh towards me and questioned my competence. Being happy should not be so normalised so that other spectrums of emotions are seen as unnatural and unhealthy.”

The general ignorance to this problem is reflected in the casual usage of medical terms amongst neurotypical people to express mood phases, which has inadvertently reduced the real symptoms to a bluff, non-serious setting of the mind—which can be auto-altered. Sharing rigid spaces like college societies with such groups that lack a reasonable understanding then becomes challenging.

In conversation with DU Beat, Debolina Bhattacharya, a graduate from Delhi University 2024 batch, shares,

I was working with a lot of neurotypical people, for sure, in my college society. Personally, it was not the best of times. It’s very hard to get along with people. I was told that I was overdoing things, talking too much, and other things that were singled out. Naturally, I prefer to do a lot of things together, which allows me to move from one thing to the next. But when you have to deal with people who don’t understand it and have very rigid ideas of how you’re supposed to behave, it becomes hard to curate your personality. I have reached a point, after college, to not hide who I am. But there was a demand to conform, to ‘fit in’ and it was made very clear that I wasn’t. The burnout was so severe that graduating college was what helped.”

(Debolina is a diagnosed neurodivergent person)

The range of exclusion and vulnerability expands when various markers of identity such as caste, class, gender, sexual identities, or geographical locations intersect. Students who are already disadvantaged are pushed deeper to the margins, where their potential is untapped, and their abilities are overlooked. 

Norzin, a Ladakhi student, currently preparing for her NEET examination, has been diagnosed with OCD and anxiety. 

Since I am currently preparing for NEET, I have faced challenges in staying organised due to the lack of a structured environment. I believe a college space with a more structured environment and access to resources and opportunities to interact with peers and professors would provide a more conducive environment for me to work and will help me to deal with my mental health issues more effectively.” – shares Norzin

Institutional reforms beginning from classroom recognition of neurodivergence and sensitisation towards it, are a good place to start when addressing the problem. Pedagogical methods that allow for behavioural support or interventions to promote communication in academic, social and everyday life skills should be used. Most essentially, kindness and empathy should be used to deal with and comprehend the nature of those around us, whether they are diagnosed or undiagnosed. It’s not a burden, but rather a responsibility. 

 

Read also: Mental health societies in DU

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Approximately 30 teachers were detained by police in Central Delhi’s Mandi House area while they were participating in a unity march to protest against NEP 2020, paper leaks, and other issues.

On 5th September 2024, also celebrated as Teachers’ Day, over 30 teachers from Jawaharlal Nehru University, Jamia Millia Islamia, Delhi University, and others were detained from Mandi House for protesting against the National Education Policy (NEP) 2020, the National Testing Agency (NTA), paper leaks, and the undermining of reservations in educational institutions. The Federation of Central University Teachers’ Associations (FEDCUTA), All India Federation of University & College Teachers’ Organisations (AIFUCTO), and Joint Forum for Movement on Education (JFME) organized a joint march from Mandi House to Jantar Mantar to address the increasing government interference in the autonomy of educational institutions.  However, before the teachers could reach Jantar Mantar, FEDCUTA President Moushumi Basu and former President Nandita Narain, among others, were forcibly detained.

As per The Federal reports, a senior police officer stated that the teachers were arrested as they attempted to move towards the Embassy area.

The teachers were permitted to protest, but when they tried heading towards the Embassy area, the police had to detain them. The protestors at Jantar Mantar were allowed to continue their protest,” he said. 

However, Moushumi Basu stated that although the police promised to drop them at Jantar Mantar, they dropped them to Kapashera Police Station near the Gurugram border, far from the protest location. The teachers’ association also issued a statement condemning the detentions and calling it a clear violation of democratic rights.

On the day that the nation observes as Teachers’ Day, senior teachers and students were forcibly detained by the police in order to prevent the March. The action of the Delhi Police today…is a shocking demonstration of the continuing assault on Indian democracy and the utter contempt with which the state views education, learning and the teaching community”, the statement read.

As per the reports, FEDCUTA President and JFME Coordinator, Moushumi Basu spoke about the incident,

The police action today only serves to vindicate the very sentiments behind this teacher-student Unity March. This protest is about the unity of those engaged in the teaching-learning process who are standing up against the destruction of the nation’s future through the erosion of public education. NEP 2020 threatens high academic standards and makes education inaccessible to all, particularly marginalized groups.”

She further added and said, “By detaining teachers and students on a day meant to celebrate educators, the government has shown its utter contempt for the teaching community. The Delhi Police has been used to silence our voices, but our fight continues.”

The Democratic Teachers’ Initiative (DTI), in a statement issued following the detentions also condemned the government’s actions.

Look at how teachers are being humiliated on Teachers’ Day! Today’s protest, held on FEDCUTA-AIFUCTO-JFME’s call, was meant to demonstrate our collective resistance to NEP 2020. Yet, instead of listening to teachers and students, the government has chosen to suppress us by force. This is how we are celebrating Teachers’ Day—by being detained for fighting for the future of education!”

Despite being detained, the senior leaders have asked for continued demonstrations. Professor Nandita Narain, former FEDCUTA president, said,

This is a critical moment for education in India. Our public education system is under attack, and teachers, students, and citizens must stand together to protect it. We will not be silenced.”

Meanwhile, student groups from different universities, including Delhi University and Ambedkar University, continued the protest at Jantar Mantar. The protestors also raised slogans, placards, and posters to highlight the issues of NEP and paper leaks, among others. The demonstration reflected the increasing dissatisfaction within the academic community over educational policies and other systematic issues. The detainment of the teachers highlighted the growing tension between the teachers and the government over the crisis in the education sector.

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On 6 September 2024, SFI Delhi organised a Pride Parade at the Arts Faculty, in collaboration with Queer Collectives from across Delhi. The rally condemned the discrimination and injustice faced by women and the Queer Community across educational institutions in India.

 

On 6 September 2024, SFI Delhi called for a Pride Parade—commencing from the Arts Faculty. The march denounced discrimination, demanding Queer Liberation, inclusive campuses, and equality for all. Sheets were handed out to the hundreds of students in attendance, with SFI putting out their demands in their ongoing efforts for a safer, more equitable campus. Among the demands were horizontal reservation for transgender students, establishing gender-neutral bathrooms, and a Gender Sensitisation Committee Against Sexual Harassment (GCASH) for affected students to put in their grievances and receive assistance. 

 

When asked about what pride means to them, Ojaswi, a second-year student of mathematics from Deshbandhu College, remarked,

Pride means being at peace with existing in this world,” while for Nandini Das, a student from Miranda House, it meant “finding a community that is inclusive and accepting.” 

 

One female police officer stationed to manage the march, when asked about the march taking place alongside the DUSU elections, shared,

We are on duty here from 9 in the morning to ensure no issue happens and there are other staff taking care of the DUSU rallies.”

 

Some of the slogans and sentiments that remained constant throughout the demonstration were:        

Inquilab Zindabad; 

Teri Mukti Meri Mukti Queer Mukti;

This queerphobic government isn’t going to last another term.”  

These sentiments and statements echoed throughout the march, with discontent with the government and its policies being quite apparent. 

 

While discussing how being queer shaped the experience of being at Delhi University, Ojaswi shared,

As a visibly queer and trans student, navigating spaces in the college can be scary because it would take only a second for me to get discriminated against.”

 

They elaborated on how the queer collective at Deshbandhu College is very recent, which added to the difficulty and finding spaces within the university. They said, “I had to figure out how to navigate college while also having to be good in social situations.”

 

When the conversation turned to the internet and how social media affects the attitudes towards queer acceptance and organising the queer movement, a student from IPCW remarked,

While social media has made people aware and given us a freedom of expression, the same freedom of expression has enabled people to spread hate and bully others online.” 

 

A while ago there was a huge wave of acceptance and support for the message of ‘love is love’, but now homophobia and misogyny have returned on these platforms, making them inaccessible.” – Nandini Das

 

The message ultimately was that everyone deserves to be freed from all forms of pain, no matter who they are or where they come from. “We’ll snatch back our freedom ourselves” was one of the strongest slogans that was echoed, reflecting how frustrated and disillusioned people have gotten towards the incumbent. Wanting to liberate themselves then signified a sense of urgency to take matters into their own hands for changes.

 

When asked about their views of the future of the queer movement in the country, particularly in the context of students, Gouri, a first-year student from Lady Shri Ram College, described herself as “consciously hopeful” despite the “negative trend of dismissive and insulting attitudes of the youth towards queer acceptance.” Ojaswi, too, described themselves as “hopeful but cautious as the political situation in the country is not very favourable for queer people.” 

 

The ironic juxtaposition of the hundreds of ABVP banners under which the march was taking place was brought up to which Haya, another first year student from LSR, observed,

While it is ironic, it is also empowering to be under these flags and still be out and proud, wearing all these clothes and expressing ourselves in this way while standing under ABVP flags.”

 

 

Read Also: The Politics and Party of Pride

 

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